Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2004 10:10:40 -0400
From: Frank Russ <frankruss@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Great Massage Hoax Part I - Frank's Version

Since Billy's is a main character in this story, I asked him read this story
before I submitted it. What was going on in his head was so different, that
he wrote about our encounter from HIS point of view for Part II. Read them
both and compare versions for a full understanding of what happened between
us.

Disclaimer: If you are after hard core gay sex, skip this story. If you want
a seductive story of two friends finding their way to mutual pleasure, keep
reading. Please no not re-print without permission. If you want to comment
on the story, please mention the title in your description line.


FRANK'S VERSION

Although I have experimented a little (Check out "Interesting Oral
Experience" and "Surprise Oral Experience") I do not consider myself gay.
Recently, a new guy appeared at the gym that I could not keep my eyes off. I
was drawn to the beauty of this man's body, face and the sexuality he
emitted so much that I began to question my statement that I was not gay.

A few days passed and I tried to ignore him, but could not get him out of my
mind. He had a perfect physique: huge arms, perfectly sculpted pecs, strong
legs, a beautifully rugged face with long eye lashes and round full lips.
What he was doing in this town instead of modeling in NYC or LA was a
mystery.

I'm pretty good looking, work out regularly and have a trim, swimmers build
physique. But I'm nothing compared to this hunk. I started making friendly
conversation with him. (Dangerous, I know, but what the hell.)  He was
friendly with men and women so it was hard to tell if he was gay or not. I
couldn't tell if I was gay or not, so my gaydar must not be that good
anyway.

His name was Billy and we hit it off pretty well. We seemed to often start
our workout around the same time so I would run into him at least 2 or 3
times a week. Sometimes, I'd kill time if I arrived early just to make sure
we were at the bench press at the same time. We'd help each other at the
weight bench and chat a bit. I loved it when he would stand over me to help
me lift and fantasized about what was beneath those shorts that hovered over
my head. I had never lusted after a man like this in my life, but here I was
and I couldn't stop myself. Billy oozed sex from every pore. He emitted a
smell of sexuality that sent my head racing. If I could bottle that scent, I
could make a fortune.

One day Billy arrived while I was at the bench and asked if he could work in
with me. Normally we would use different benches because he lifts more
weight than I do, but this time he was content to lift the lighter weight.
"Pulled a muscle in my back so I'm taking it easy," he explained.

While we talked, I suggested he go for some massage therapy for his back.
Billy had never had a massage before and he seemed interested. Before I
could stop myself, I blurted out "I've been studying to become a massage
therapist myself. If you would like, I could give you massage after we work
out." He said that a massage sounded great, but he didn't have much money to
pay me. "I wouldn't charge you anything. I'm a student. It would be good
practice." He agreed. Focusing on the rest of my work-out was tough. The
anticipation was more than I could stand.

The only problem is that I am NOT studying to be a massage therapist and I
have never given a massage in my life. I so much wanted to touch this man,
that I made up a skill I didn't have. Too late to take it back now and I
would soon have this beautiful man naked in my apartment so I didn't WANT to
take it back.

He had never had a massage before and he thought I was a student so
hopefully he wouldn't be expecting too much skill from the massage. He
arrived at my apartment and I took him to my bedroom and told him to remove
his clothes. What a perfect picture of male beauty. Large round pecs,
washboard abs that defined the "washboard" term, just enough body fat to
fill the flesh and still show every muscle. I watched as he removed
everything except his underwear and laid face down on my bed. He always wore
loose shorts and, in his tight Calvin Klein briefs, I could finally see what
a beautiful ass he had too. I considered asking him to remove the briefs,
but decided to take it slow.

I got baby oil from the bathroom and started to massage his back. I have had
enough massages in my life that I think I was faking it pretty well. He
moaned as I worked the oil into his back, arms and legs. I could feel my
cock getting hard and hoped he wouldn't be able to notice when he rolled
over. He kept his eyes closed so I was able to admire his body without him
noticing the bulge in my shorts. Through his underwear I could see his cock
was getting hard also, but that's nothing uncommon during a massage. I was
afraid to take this too far, so I finished without making a move. He
dressed, thanked me and quickly left.

As soon as he left I unleashed my cock from my shorts and started whacking
off to the image of his body in my head. I can't believe I was actually
touching my fantasy man from head to toe.

The next time I saw him at the gym he immediately thanked me for the
massage. I asked if he would like another one. He hesitated by said yes.

Later at my apartment I asked him why he hesitated. He said it was because
he didn't want to take advantage of our friendship with free massages. I
told him I was happy to have the chance to practice and it was no trouble at
all. He stripped to his underwear again and started to move toward the bed.
"You know," I said "usually a massage is done totally nude. If you are
uncomfortable with that I understand, but it's not like I haven't seen you
naked in the shower at the gym before." (Actually I had NOT seen him in the
shower. Tempted as I was, I avoided it for fear of sprouting an out of
control erection for everyone to see.)  He paused for a moment and admitted
that the real reason he hesitated about coming over again was that he was
embarrassed about getting hard during the massage last time. I explained
that was only natural during a massage and he shouldn't be embarrassed about
it. "If you didn't get one, I would assume I was giving a bad massage."

He agreed and removed his "Calvins". 6 flaccid inches flopped out and I
could only imagine how large he would be when erect.

I'll skip the next few massage sessions except to say that each time I got a
little bolder and he got more relaxed. Soon he no longer tried to resist his
hard ons and I would occasionally brush against his penis with my hand or
arm. I loved massaging his hips and ass. He seemed to like it too. When he
was on his back, I loved to watch the pre-cum ooze from his cock and looked
for a sign that I should go to the next level. We sometime had a beer before
the massage, but afterwards he always left quickly. I didn't mind because I
needed to whack off after these sessions. I wondered if he was doing the
same or if my massages were foreplay for a woman (or man?) at home.

Yesterday we had our usual session, expect each time I rubbed against his
cock or balls he would let out a deep moan. "The insides of your thighs are
pretty tight" a said. "I need to focus on them a little bit more." I moved
his legs apart and got on the bed positioning myself between his legs to
work his inner thighs. I was able to position my arm along side his cock and
I worked his leg muscles. My arm moved back and forth rubbing up and down
his cock.  Billy's cock was getting harder and harder and longer and longer.
He moaned louder and louder. "Everything OK?  I asked. "Oh god, please
finish me off" he yelled.

I positioned myself between his legs directly in front of his throbbing
unit. I realized I would be really touching his cock for the first time. I
didn't even hesitate. I grabbed it and moved my hand up and down like I had
done so many times to myself. What a sensation to feel this beautiful penis
in my hands while my own cock was getting harder and harder.  His cock was
huge. One hand would not be enough. I grabbed it with both hands and bounced
up and down with gusto. Billy moaned and squirmed and it gave me joy to
watch him in such pleasure.

Billy ran his hands through his hair, then all over his chest and torso
moving them toward his crotch. To my pleasure and surprise, he moved his
hands to my shorts grabbing at my own erect unit. I helped release it from
my shorts and he grabbed it with both hands. For several minutes we pounded
each others meat in unison, both fighting to resist the inevitable ending to
this joyous event.

"Oh god, I can't hold it any more" Billy screamed. "Wait, wait" I replied
"I'm almost there."

We breathed and pumped in unison until Billy screamed, which unleashed a
simultaneous explosion. Cum spewed into the air from both cocks. Like two
rockets colliding, cum was everywhere and it was impossible to know what was
coming from Billy and what was mine.

I collapsed on top of Billy's beautiful chest and we lay there for a few
moments amazed at what we had both just done.

We are getting together again next week and I'm looking forward to seeing
what else we might both want to try.